Let’s see: it’s 12:06 a.m. So far tonight, I’ve written three stories and roughly 3,000 words. (This blog entry does not count toward those totals.) I’ve got four stories and about another 3,000 words to go, plus a whole ‘nother story to finish before noon.
The next time someone offers me a big freelance job to do, would someone please remember to tell me to either (a) turn it down or (b) start writing before the night before it’s due? Not that it’s news to me, but I’m discovering Olympian reserves of procrastination in me. I think they’re in my spleen or something.
In unrelated sanity matters, may I recommend soma.fm for your late-night Internet radio needs? I believe I may.
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I’ve found that the longer I’ve been in school, the more likely I am to procrastinate. In the past, I’d be running around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get work done, but now I’m apt to just shrug my shoulders and go back to contemplating the texture on the ceiling.
So, I’ve either discovered the true meaning of life or I’m just a lazy bastard. Perhaps both.
Does that mean the true meaning of life is being a lazy bastard? If so, I think I must be truly enlightened.
I think we’re on to something here…
I love the radio station – thanks for the recommendation.